Three different answers from three different men. Sometimes guys are so confusing.I don't picture doing specific things with different people. Oh, I w...nted to take my tongue to Dale Robertson, but I wasn't thinking of probing between her legs so much as how soft her boobs were and how I could kiss them without having that sneaking feeling in the back of my mind that she was one of my teachers. I did anticipate the feel of naked skin, and sort of what it would feel like as skin slid against. As soon as my head entered her she winced with pain because she wasn’t accustomed to my size. After sitting there for a minuet she continued to lower herself until we hit her hymen, even at that depth I could tell she was tighter than anyone I had ever been with, and then she raised up a little before slamming down hard tearing through her virginity. Upon doing this she screamed in pain and sat there for a few minuets waiting for the pain to subside. When it did she started bouncing up and down. Now there was more than annoyance or sadness on his face. I intended to make him angry, and it was already starting to work - even before I told the story."Let's hear it," he said as he eyed me.This is the story I told him... When I was about ten years old, I discovered my parents' "stash" of naughty magazines and books up in the attic. There were boxes of Mom's old romance novels - Harlequin, Barbara Cartland, that kind of thing. The pictures on the covers were of strong, dashing men sweeping. Beth knew Melani would be fucking her guy friend all weekend long so she and Sam could have the apartment all to themselves. She and Sam loved spending time together and being able to talk and feel comfortable with no one else around to overhear them sharing their hearts with each other. After she'd fixed Sam supper and he'd helped her clean up the dishes, Beth excused herself and went to her own bedroom where she changed into something more comfortable than the pants and top she'd worn to.